Page 40 of Losing Control


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“You’re so tight, Libs,” I praise, trying to keep my jaw unclenched.

“You. Feel. So. Good,” she stutters, as her eyes roll in the back of her head.

Her heels dig into my ass and I take the queue, pushing in just a little deeper so she can acclimate to my size. The noises coming from Libby are driving me insane and I use the encouragement to thrust harder.

“Yes, Colt!” Her hands find my back and she digs her nails in slightly. I lose all my senses and start driving into her faster. Her perfect tits are swaying to the rhythm I’m working. I manage to look away from them and find her eyes, our connection never breaking as I keep the pace.

Moans and explicits are coming from us both, but Libby is loud. Not something I expected from her, but I fucking love it. “Yes baby, let me hear you,” I entice.

“Colt!” She’s close, her pussy pulsing as it takes my cock. Sweat rolls down my back as I try to keep my own orgasm tied down, but I can hold it in much longer. She feels too good.

“Come for me, Libs.” I’m begging and I don’t give a damn, because she does as she’s told and tightens around me while screaming my name. Her eyes are open and piercing into mine. The whole thing undoes me and I let go, matching her orgasm as she squeezes every last ounce from me. I drop my head to her chest as we recover. Everything about this, about her, fucking consumes me.

Libby runs a hand through my hair. “We should do that more often.”

I let out a breathy chuckle and looked up at her. “You’re going to be the death of me, Libs.”

“I feel like this is a pretty good way to die!” She wiggles her eyebrows and I can’t help but laugh again as I roll off her.

“Come here.” I hold my arm out for her to cuddle against me. And in the middle of the day, after thoroughly exhausting ourselves, we take a nap.

Only to wake up and do it again.

And again.

31

Colt and I spent the rest of the night watching movies in bed, laughing, and appreciating each other’s bodies. And boy, do I appreciate his body. He’s a mouthwatering specimen of a man. Watching his muscles move as he works his magic on me does wild things to my insides.

Waking up the next morning next to him is the most relaxed my mind has ever been. I’m propped up on my elbow, taking him in. He’s on his stomach with his arms under the pillow and his face squished into it. His back moves as he breathes and the sheets hang low, showing off the curves of his butt peeking out.

As he rolls over and stretches, the angles of his hip bones catch my attention, making me reminisce about how they move.

“Like what you see?” Colt’s voice is deep, raspy, sleepy, waking up my insides instantly.

“Eh, I don’t mind the sight.” His eyes are still closed, but a smile spreads across his face, and I can’t help but smile in return. I like morning Colt.

“Yeah, the drool hanging from your mouth is really selling that point.” Taking his time, he leans over me. Our chests smash together and his finger swipes at my lip.

“I am not drooling,” I say while hiding my smile

“Whatever you say, darlin’.” Hooking a finger under my chin, he gives me a quick peck on the lips. It’s much shorter than I want, so I go back for more. Instead of meeting my lips, Colt drops his mouth to my neck. The sensation pulls a moan from me. His warm breath on that one spot has me ready to go again. Planting my fingers in his hair, I squirm, looking for the friction that I’m not getting.

“Colt.” I breathe, my body already aching.

“No, Libs. I’m busy.” He keeps kissing, working his way down to my chest. Once he gets to my breasts, he pulls away and looks down at them. “God, I love these things.” I giggle at the look in his eyes. Like a little kid who just stepped inside a buffet style candy store.

He slowly leans back down and flicks his tongue against one of my nipples without his mouth ever making contact. A zing runs straight to my core and my back arches in response.

“Mmm, that was fun. Let’s try that again.” Still looking at my chest, Colt repeats the movement on my other nipple. My body responds the same way, and I let out a moan this time as well. “Fuck. I can’t stop.”

“Then don’t,” I challenge him. He finally looks up at me, almost as if he forgot the rest of me was here.

“I want to try something.”

“Ok. Yes. Do whatever you want.” I just want him, whatever he’ll give me.

“I want to make you come.” Promising eyes burn into mine.

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